Song of Everlasting Sorrow translated and original text

2026-07-03 06:51

Song of Everlasting Sorrow: The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued beauty and wanted to destroy the country. He had been in the imperial palace for many years and could not find it. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew her. A natural beauty is hard to give up, and once she is chosen to be beside the king. Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color. In the cold spring, he was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water flowed smoothly to wash the coagulated fat. The servant helped her up, but she was too weak to do so. This was the time when she had just received grace. Cloud hair, flowers, gold steps shake, hibiscus tent warm spring night. Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From then on, kings don't go to court early. There is no leisure time to entertain guests, spring from spring outing night to night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 people were doted on. In the golden house she make-up into a delicate servant at night, in the jade tower banquet drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are listed in the land, and the poor glory is born in the door. Therefore, the hearts of parents in the world are not born again, but born again. Li Palace high into the blue clouds, fairy music blowing everywhere. Slow singing and dancing, music and dance, all day long the king can not see enough. The drums of the fisherman's sun shook the earth, breaking the song of the rainbow dress and feather dress. Smoke and dust rose from the nine watchtowers, and thousands of chariots and horses marched southwest. Cuihua swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies could not do anything but turn around and die in front of their horses. The mother-of-pearl fell to the ground and no one collected it, and the jade hairpin was decorated with golden sparrows. The king covered his face and could not save him. He looked back and saw blood and tears flowing. The yellow dust scattered in the wind, and the cloud stack lingered on the Sword Pavilion. At the foot of Mount Emei, few people walked. The flags were dim and the sun was thin. The water of the Shu River is green and green, and the mountains are green. The Lord is in love day and night. The palace saw the moon sad face, night rain heard the sound of the bell heartbroken. Heaven and earth spin back to the dragon ride, here hesitant can not go. In the mud at the foot of Mawei Slope, I can't see where Yuyan died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and wiped their clothes. They looked east at the capital gate and rode back. Return to the pool garden is still the same, too liquid lotus Weiyang willow. Hibiscus like face, willow like eyebrows, how can this not shed tears? Peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the leaves of the parasol tree fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves on the steps are red and not swept away. The disciples of the pear garden have new white hair, and the green E of the supervisor of the pepper house is old. In the evening hall fireflies fly and think quietly, and the lonely lamp is lit up, but I can't sleep. Bells and drums have been playing for a long time, and the stars are shining in the sky. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Long life and death have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. Linqiong Taoist priest Hongdu guest, can use sincerity to attract the soul. In order to move the king's wandering thoughts, he taught the alchemist to look for it diligently. Empty the sky, control the qi, run like lightning, ascend to the sky, enter the earth, search everywhere. Up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, the two places are vast and invisible. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void. The pavilion is exquisite and beautiful, and there are many fairies in it. Among them, there was a man named Taizhen, with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. Jin Que West Chamber knocked on the jade door, turned to teach Xiaoyu to report double success. I heard that the emperor of the Han Dynasty sent an envoy. I dreamed in Jiuhua account that my soul was frightened. Pulling up his clothes and pushing his pillow, he stood up and paced back and forth, and the pearl chaff and silver screen spread out. His hair was half-clouded, and he had just gone to bed. The crown of his flower was not neat. The wind blew the fairy's sleeves and fluttered them, just like the dance of colorful clothes. Her face was pale and lonely, and her tears dried up. A pear flower in spring brought rain. I look at the king with affection, and the sound and appearance of parting are vague. In Zhaoyang Hall, love is cut off, and the sun and moon in Penglai Palace are long. Looking back down at the world, I saw no dust in Chang 'an. I only took the old things to express my deep feelings, and put them together with the golden hairpin to send them away. The hairpin is left with a fan, and the hairpin is broken with gold and divided into mother-of-pearl. But the heart of enlightenment is as strong as gold, and heaven and earth will meet. Parting diligent re-sent words, words have vowed to know both hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Temple of Immortals, when no one was whispering in the middle of the night. In heaven, I wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, I wish to be a pair of branches. As long as the world lasts, there will be an end to it, and this regret will never end. Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty loved women and wanted to find a peerless beauty. He ruled the country for many years but failed to find one. The Yang family had a daughter who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty. She was born beautiful and could not give up. One day, she was chosen to be by the king's side. She looked back and smiled in all kinds of poses, charming and charming. The concubines of the six palaces paled in comparison. In the cold of spring, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The hot spring water was smooth and moist as it washed her creamy skin. When the maid helped her up, she was weak and weak. This was when she had just received the emperor's grace. Her hair was like clouds, her face was like a flower, and she wore a golden headband. She spent the night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent. The spring night was too short, and the sun rose high before he got up. From then on, the king no longer went to the morning court. She had no leisure time to bear the king's love, serve the king at banquets, accompany the king on trips in spring, and only accompany the king at night. There were 3,000 beauties in the harem, and the king had gathered 3,000 favors on her. After dressing up in the golden house, she served the king for the night. After the banquet in the jade tower, she was drunk with lust. Her sisters and brothers were all enfeoffed, making people envious of the Yang family's splendor. As a result, parents all over the world changed their wishes and no longer valued boys. Instead, they hoped to have girls. The palace of Mount Li towered into the clouds, and the celestial music in the palace could be heard everywhere with the wind. The combination of light singing and dancing with the sound of orchestral music would not satisfy the emperor even if he watched it all day long. Suddenly, the war drums of the Yuyang Rebellion sounded, breaking the "Song of Rainbow Feathers". Chang 'an, the capital city, was in flames of war. The emperor fled southwest with many carriages. The emperor's ceremonial guards walked and stopped more than a hundred miles west of the capital. The six armies refused to advance, and the king had no choice but to let the beauty die in front of the horse. The mother-of-pearl flower on the imperial concubine's head fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. The precious headdress such as the jade, golden sparrow, and jade hair were also scattered on the ground. The king covered his face and cried bitterly, but he could not save him. When he looked back, blood and tears flowed down. The autumn wind blew, stirring up dust and dirt as they climbed up the winding boardwalk to the Sword Pavilion. There were very few people at the foot of Mount Emei. The flags were dim and the sun was yellow. The Shu River was green, and Mount Shu was gloomy. The king missed the imperial concubine day and night. When you see the moon in the palace, you feel sad. When you hear the bell at night, you feel heartbroken. After the war subsided, the emperor returned to the capital. When he arrived at Mawei Slope, he hesitated and could not bear to leave. In the soil at the foot of Mawei Hill, the face of the Imperial Concubine could not be seen, leaving only the place where she died. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other and their clothes were wet with tears. They headed east towards the capital and rode forward. After he returned, Chi Yuan was still the same as before, the lotus flowers in Taiye Pool and the willow trees in Weiyang Palace were still the same. The lotus flower was like the face of the imperial concubine, and the willow leaf was like the eyebrows of the imperial concubine. How could she not cry when she saw this? When the spring breeze blew the peach and plum flowers open, and when the autumn rain knocked down the parasol leaves. The West Palace and the South Palace were covered with autumn grass, and the fallen leaves piled up on the steps, but no one cleaned them. The pear garden disciples had new white hair, and the female officials in the harem had also aged. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and the emperor missed his imperial concubine. He couldn't fall asleep even after picking up the lonely wick. The bell and drum sounded slowly. The long night had just begun. The galaxy was bright and the sky was about to brighten. The frost on the mandarin duck tiles is thick, and the jade quilt is cold. Who sleeps with the king? It had been many years since they parted, but the imperial concubine's soul had not entered the dream. A Taoist priest in Linqiong lived in Chang 'an as a guest. He could summon souls with sincerity. Moved by the king's longing, he asked the alchemist to try his best to find the soul of the imperial concubine. The necromancer soared into the sky and rode the clouds as fast as lightning, searching everywhere. He searched the heavens and the earth, but he could not find any trace of the imperial concubine. Suddenly, he heard that there was an immortal mountain on the sea. The immortal mountain was illusory. The pavilions on the mountain were exquisite, and colorful clouds surrounded them. There were many beautiful fairies among them. One of them had the character Taizhen. Her skin was as white as snow and her appearance was like a flower. She seemed to be an imperial concubine. He knocked on the jade gate on the west side of the golden watchtower and asked Xiaoyu and Shuang Cheng to report. When she heard that it was the emissary of the Han Emperor, the Imperial Concubine woke up from her dream in the Jiuhua Tent. She put on her clothes and pushed her pillow, getting up and pacing around. The beaded curtain and silver screen opened all the way. Yunbin half side just woke up, corolla not neat down the hall. The wind blew his sleeves gently, as if he was dancing the "Rainbow Feathers Dance". Her lonely face was covered in tears, like a pear flower in the rain. He looked at the messenger affectionately to thank the king. After parting, his voice was faint. The love in Clear Sun Hall had been severed, and the days in Penglai Palace were long. Looking back at the world, I can't see Chang 'an, only dust and fog. He could only use old things to express his deep feelings and send the box and gold hairpin to the king. He left one hairpin and one box. He broke the gold hairpin and separated the mother-of-pearl box. As long as one's heart was as firm as gold, there would always be a time when they would meet in heaven and earth. Before leaving, he asked the messenger to pass on the message again. Only the two of them knew the oath in the words. 7th month, 7th day, in the Longevity Palace, the two of them whispered in the middle of the night. In the sky, I wish to be a pair of birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be a pair of connected branches. There was an end to eternity, but this regret would never end. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!